This is a song about "Ill keep jabbin you in yuh ribs till you fall down and die fuck your mom laught at her while she crys crystal meth is wats keepin me alivr warlord of this rap shit"

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

You fall in life, but you keep going

I was born to do the damn thing

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Fuck with me and ill turn you in to flame

When you fuck her savage is aall she screams and shout

Why every five minutes niggas walking out